Anas El-Tantawy, a specialist in behavioral deviation and crime programs.
...when the father took his three children; Abdullah (2016), Lamar (2019), and Siraj (2021), from their mother's house heading towards the unknown, the children believed, indeed were certain, that they were going to have a wonderful time with their father, and their hearts were full of joy.
And along the long road, there was a question that scarcely calmed: How did this scene pass his heart without him backing down? How did his heart not soften at their joy, their laughter, and their expressions of love for him and how happy they were with him? How did not a single ounce of mercy stir within him as he saw before him little faces that knew nothing but security with him? Did it not cross his mind for a moment that they were once his primary joy, and their tiny fingers clung to him with complete trust? Did not the images of them laughing, running towards him, calling him with the simplest and most sincere words, pass before his eyes?
How did all those unforgettable details disappear at a moment of unbearable decision?
What about their innocent mornings, the laughs of Eid, their new clothes, and their simple questions that filled the house with life? What about their first day of school, and their eyes searching for him among people as if he was the only security in the world?
Upon their arrival at the farm, their innocence painted for them that there was an enjoyable journey ahead, and that beautiful and unique things awaited them inside; they entered with steps filled with eagerness, and eyes searching for joy in every corner, unaware that the place where they awaited the reward had become a graveyard of dreams.
O the earth's pain from their breaths that raced in love, and from their innocence that saw in their father a mountain that does not lean.. What silent cry was that which choked the space when the mountain broke above their heads? And how could a hand that once wiped their tears be the one to become *"the knife that slaughters the security"*?
And when the disaster fell… What silence is this that loomed over the scene? And what pain is this when each child met their fate and looked at the fate of the others as they called "mama" throats choked with tears of astonishment they screamed with the last cry they thought would save them, in a moment where childhood was murdered in cold blood while the entire world crumbled in an unforgivable instant.
The conversation ends here... because even if I collected all the words of the universe, they would not suffice... they would not suffice.
